When Music Was Music
I miss those warm Summer days
In the evenings mood ran low
I'd wipe the dust from that vinyl
And amidst the cracks and pops
A tender voice would let us know
How endless love stole their soul
We'd cry together
I miss those golden fallen leaves
When I could tell you were feeling blue
I'd put that record player on
We would swing to that jazz
I had your back, you had my heart
And in that moment we just knew
We'd laugh whenever
I miss the days
When artsy melodies
And crafty harmonies
Were just right
I miss the days
When clever lyrics
Would strike a truth
Deep Inside
I miss the days
When music was music
And you were still you
Now these painful Winter nights
You no longer talk, has been a while
All those pop tunes on TV
They don't change your empty stare
Feel my touch, are you still there?
Do you still know who I am?
Oh, those days
When artsy melodies
And crafty harmonies
Were just right
Oh, those days
When clever lyrics
Would strike a truth
Deep Inside
I miss the days
When music was music
And you were still you
Oh!
I miss the days
When music was music
And you were still you
(Whistling)
I sing our song, I see you smile
I realize we're Spring forever
In the evenings mood ran low
I'd wipe the dust from that vinyl
And amidst the cracks and pops
A tender voice would let us know
How endless love stole their soul
We'd cry together
I miss those golden fallen leaves
When I could tell you were feeling blue
I'd put that record player on
We would swing to that jazz
I had your back, you had my heart
And in that moment we just knew
We'd laugh whenever
I miss the days
When artsy melodies
And crafty harmonies
Were just right
I miss the days
When clever lyrics
Would strike a truth
Deep Inside
I miss the days
When music was music
And you were still you
Now these painful Winter nights
You no longer talk, has been a while
All those pop tunes on TV
They don't change your empty stare
Feel my touch, are you still there?
Do you still know who I am?
Oh, those days
When artsy melodies
And crafty harmonies
Were just right
Oh, those days
When clever lyrics
Would strike a truth
Deep Inside
I miss the days
When music was music
And you were still you
Oh!
I miss the days
When music was music
And you were still you
(Whistling)
I sing our song, I see you smile
I realize we're Spring forever
Credits
Writer(s): Tiago Videira
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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